Rain Falling: A poem by Cheryl Ross
Comments welcome: rossc@air.on.ca
I need to be with you
burrowed in deep
hiding in the safest corner of your heart
wrapped in warmth and sleep
I need to drift within your arms
covered in the sound of heavy rain
falling like lonely tears
against the sullen window pane
Search me with your knowing hands
smooth away my fear
pour your comfort into me
flood away my care
scatter kisses over me
like stars upon the night
turn my sorrow in your hands
heal my wary soul and make it right.
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